The rains promise a climate so pleasant
Often means trouble for the peasant
The roads look great with potholes aplenty
People falling ill is an added bounty
Stepping into puddles you can’t escape
Sight of a clean car will leave you agape
Water logging is a constant scare
Rain lovers are so very rare
A cool breeze they bring along
On windows & umbrellas they play a song
Will paint the scorched brown green
One'll pause to admire that scene
Happiness of the kids really soar
Hot chai & bhajiya, you’ll want more
Look around to see a mist plentiful
Don't you feel everything is beautiful?
Nothing matches the first rain fragrance
A stroll in the drizzle means pleasure immense
Raindrops on the face is a cool caress
Aren’t the rains lovely? Oh yes!
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